dewisetyaningrat

12 years ago remained a nightmare for me. Years past but that horrible nightmare haunted me so vividly when a bullet was shot through the head of my friend. He fell down heavily right in front of me. Feeling confused, afraid, and whatsoever it was named was mixed up in my head. I did not know what I was supposed to do at that time, but crying. 

Now 12 years has passed but anytime that moment shadows me, the exactly same feeling will wash over me. It feel as if I don't do not anything good to make a change although it happens over and over again right in front of me. 
.
.
I walked along the path heading to the end, cold and dark with no lights. The wooden walls built around the place prevented the lights from outside to penetrate in. When I arrived there, I put a bouquet of white lily on a white marble written ‘Zie’.

“I am home,” I whispered.

I sat beside the tomb, taking out some cookies and two boxes of our favorite milk. “How are you doing there? Are you okay? Do you eat well?” I rubbed the tomb gently. “Wait for me,” I whispered.  
____________________________

*** Follow My Book Dear ^^ ***
The Half-Blood Wizard: Thief Of Time
Stealing The Wife's First Kiss
Once A CEO Wife
Mr CEO's Beloved Wife
Mr CEO’s Pregnant Wife

************************
Updates every day at (GMT+8) 07.00 AM
************************

#Meet me on Instagram: bluehadyan
#Discord: bluehadyan#7481

Tale Of The Half-Blood Wizard

I wanted to have a simple life, as simple and enjoyable as a cup of warm sugar-free coffee. On Monday, I woke up an hour earlier to make pumpkin cookies. At first, I thought I would only make ten jars but I ended up finishing thirty jars. I packed twenty jars and twenty jars for Mrs. Lim, and the rest would be delivered to my teachers and friends, while the rest of the pumpkins would be processed for other dishes.

I finished all my making cookies at around ten o'clock in the evening. It was quite a long time considering the number of jars of cookies I had made. I sent a courier to deliver the jars to Mrs. Lim's because I would not be able to do it myself. Thirty minutes later, a long thank you as long as the national anthem sang along through my home phone.

"still awake?"  I texted someone via text messages.

"Have you eaten? If not yet, come by to my house. I cooked fish soup and some pumpkin cake."  I replied

96. Pumpkin Cake